Karma Classrooms Novels & Stories

We did not research about our subjects… “CPAR means, Contemporary Arts from the Region. Since we started our class in the second week, you have to do something right away. Get a bond paper, draw your future house. It will be submitted in 30 minutes and you need to present it. You’re late in the activities now and we need to rush our discussions” My classmate’s eyes widened. Woah. We didn’t even introduce ourselves? A story about your life sir? "Jeez, output on the first day of the meeting? He didn’t even welcome us here in the school.” I heard Charity complained.

Kate didn’t even know who that was but she Googled her and her eyes popped at the image search results. During the assembly, Kate also talked about her second platform, which is to institutionalize an in-school anti-bullying group she called the Prevengers. The Prevengers were supposed to be all about the prevention of bullying. But Maricar, during the debate, twisted it into some kind of “fascist eye-for-an-eye private army”.

“and other stuff.” “Also, a chart or something.” He said. “To lead up a reward like a game or something.” “How many different classes do you have?” She asked when they got in the car. “Six.” He replied with a laugh. “Six ladders or something like it.” She said. “Ladders?” He asked. “If they do good, they get to another rung until they get to the top. The top means some rewards. This way, they can also see the other classes and the results. It is like a game to do good and play along with the other classes,” Kris said.

"I know that anyone would rather spend their summer days sprawled on a beach mat on the golden sand, under the scorching sun, than sit at two hours of boring physics lectures," "I'm here on the strong belief that you slackers have worked towards making your brains more competent over the past weekend," Mr. Decarlo mumbled as he leaned against the large wooden desk. "Anyone who has the slightest ability to disagree with this, can leave the class before I commence the lesson. If anyone bleats nonsense like last friday they're very welcome to stay out of the lecture hall during my class," “Ya’ll owe us one, y’know,” Luke whispered as he leaned over.

She's very fond of me from the moment she saw me even though her parents didn't like the fact that she interacted with me so much. "Look what I made for you!" She said while panting as she stood in front of me. In her hand was a flower crown made with daisies and baby breath flowers. "Wow, how did you make this? You're so talented!" "Our teacher taught us this in the omega class yesterday! I practiced a lot to make one for you. Do you like it?!" She gave me a bright smile while she explained. In this pack, there are special classes for every kid to take till they're sixteen. They're assigned by their gender. In these classes, they teach the kids about their gender and what comes with it. The

A YEAR LATER Jason stood on the soft carpet, lifting Liam in the air, his hearty laughter echoing in the warm room. Liam let out a joyful cry, extending his small hands towards his father's face. "Do you find that amusing, eh?" Jason grinned and delicately lowered Liam, placing a kiss on his round cheek. Kendall lounged on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her, sipping tea as she observed. Her smile was soft but filled with pride. “He loves when you do that. It’s his favorite game now.”

Dante and Kevin worked on the schedule for classes for quite a while. Each introductory class will be larger than the more in depth classes. Once a week there will be a remedial class to go over what everybody learned the previous week. Each remedial class will be larger as it will be full of anybody that wants to do extra work.

Couldn’t do that if your opponent was an inanimate object. “Yeah, let’s do it. Gotta end right at seven, though—no overtime. There’s a new class coming in.” I raised my eyebrows. “Class?” The KM Academy catered toward intermediate to advanced practitioners and specialized in one-on-one or small group sessions. It didn’t host large classes the way most other centers did.

Saachi opened her mouth to say something but immediately looked down when noticed professor gawking at us. The professor kay taught us metabolism, he was dark, short in his late 50s. Although he appeared angry but he reminded me of MARIO (a character in game). "Happy belated birthday" chirped carol looking at me. I smiled widely .Few others wished me too, after lecture was over. "Its so hot in here" said Afreen looking at saachi. "Yeah, this classroom sucks. Can't they install few more fans in here" said Kevin from behind. He was sitting behind me with Carol.

"I have a feeling it is going to be historically significant." Kael stared at her, and then he kept walking. The morning class was combat theory, held in a wide, ground-floor room with stone walls and a practice floor marked with chalk lines. Students spread across the space in pairs, running through basic casting forms under a young instructor named Bren, who looked barely older than the students themselves. Kael stood at the edge and watched. The forms were precise, and each hand movement corresponded to a specific mana output, and the system was elegant and logical.